I know that was a job at one time. I just wonder how someone would go about applying. “Am nimble and light on my feet and have an interest in wooden clubs and dodging rolling balls.”
Believe it or not, I did this when I was a kid, Kerbey. My paternal grandfather managed a club where they had four lanes, no machinery, pin boys. He and my dad would let me get back there only when it was just them two screwing around trying not to hit me with the ball. It was too serious for league play and the big kids were fast and nimble.
You just coined a new saying for our gang, Kerbey. “This is very Paul of you.” For that I must add my own Paulism: Ha! And now I will go look for a photo of me at about 8 years old with a pin stuck to the side of my head. Nope. None exist.
I worked at a bowling alley and was a pin-chaser as a teenager. So as you might imagine I rarely elaborate when I tell people about my brief career in professional sports.
I’m just as intrigued by the fact that they had a bowling alley in the subway! A bit hard for me to believe that so many people did bowling at a time when it was so energy-intensive to set up. My dad tells me stories though… apparently it was a very popular pastime – moreso than it is now.
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I know that was a job at one time. I just wonder how someone would go about applying. “Am nimble and light on my feet and have an interest in wooden clubs and dodging rolling balls.”
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You’re hired!
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I don’t know why but the boy from “Little Rascals” comes to mind when I see these boys. ha ha!
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Spanky or Alfalfa?
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Takes a lot of balls to run an efficient bowling alley. A lot of pins too.
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You have to strike the right balance.
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Spare no expense.
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I wanna be the supervisor standing and watching. Where do I apply?
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First, you time travel back 100 yrs…
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That highly trained supervisor job is the one I want.
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401K with that gig
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Oh man — I wonder if we get free food at the snack bar, too. 😀 LOL
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Believe it or not, I did this when I was a kid, Kerbey. My paternal grandfather managed a club where they had four lanes, no machinery, pin boys. He and my dad would let me get back there only when it was just them two screwing around trying not to hit me with the ball. It was too serious for league play and the big kids were fast and nimble.
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This is very Paul of you to be able to identify with the subject matter. I only wish you had a photo of yourself as a pin boy in the 1960s.
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You just coined a new saying for our gang, Kerbey. “This is very Paul of you.” For that I must add my own Paulism: Ha! And now I will go look for a photo of me at about 8 years old with a pin stuck to the side of my head. Nope. None exist.
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Dangit. Well, at least you didn’t lose the memory ball. It may not be a “core memory,” but you still have it.
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Ha! 😀
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I worked at a bowling alley and was a pin-chaser as a teenager. So as you might imagine I rarely elaborate when I tell people about my brief career in professional sports.
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It’s a good way to see people and burn calories, eh?
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Yes, and also a great way to be struck by bowling balls 😉
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That would bruise!
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I’m just as intrigued by the fact that they had a bowling alley in the subway! A bit hard for me to believe that so many people did bowling at a time when it was so energy-intensive to set up. My dad tells me stories though… apparently it was a very popular pastime – moreso than it is now.
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We go a couple times a year, but it’s expensive! You can eat and drink while you do it. 🙂
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